She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  Dallas nodded.

  “Yeah, she does deserve it. She was good to you. Ugh, I hate when I do things like this, especially because, since we’ve made it official, you’ve given me no reason to worry.”

  “Thank you.” I sat back now that I had murdered the last few pieces of my porterhouse. “Can a brother get some points for that?”

  “Yes, and something else too.” She touched my hand, making me smile.

  We ordered our desserts, polished that off, and then Dallas offered to pay the bill as an apology for how she acted. After that, we bounced, and it was like I was in a race to get her home so I could head to Amara’s.

  “Aight. I should be back in about forty-five minutes.” I kissed Dallas right after pulling up to my spot.

  “Okay and— damnit!” She shouted because when she turned her head, her earring flew off into the back seat. She unbuckled her seat belt to reach for it, and by then, I had realized something, but it was too late. “What is this?” She held up a small black Chanel shopping bag.

  “A gift.” I took it.

  “What kind of gift?” She snatched it back from me and tried to reach inside, but I stopped her.

  “Fuck are you doing? Don’t open this. It’s a bracelet, nothing huge.”

  “Fuck you, Rahim.” Dallas shoved me and pulled the lever on my door to get out of the car.

  “Dallas! Dallas, what the fuck is yo’ problem! We just had a whole conversation about this shit back at the restaurant!” I yelled out of my passenger side window since she’d shut the door already.

  “Something is just not right, Rahim!” She spun around on her heels to yell at me. “The trip, the bracelet—and I know by the way you snatched that shit from me that it was expensive! So go! Go to your ex-wife’s house! I hope she gives you some pussy, because I won’t!”

  I said nothing as I watched Dallas switch up to the front door of my house, use her key, and then go inside.

  After mulling over my thoughts for a few minutes, I sped out of my driveway and headed to Amara’s. Her crib was only fifteen minutes away, and in LA, that was nothing. Shit, a muthafucka fifteen minutes away was damn near next door in this big ass traffic ridden city. By saying that, Amara’s house was almost as big as my mansion.

  I pulled into her driveway and hopped out after grabbing the gift. I checked my appearance in my side mirror then went to ring the doorbell. Yeah, my ass was ringing the doorbell of a house I bought because Amara changed the locks on this shit as soon as the deal was closed. She refused to let me have a copy too.

  “Hey.” Amara answered in her nightgown. I could smell her signature Gucci floral perfume.

  “Sup. You sprayed that on for me?”

  “Nigga, I wear this to bed every night. It hasn’t been that long since we’ve broken up that you’ve forgotten.”

  “I know. I’m messing with you.” I moved closer. “Can I have a hug? Damn.”

  “A light one, and only because you did something nice for my birthday.” She draped her arms around my torso to embrace me from the side. Wow.

  “Anyway, this is for you.” I handed her the small Chanel bag, and her face lit up which had me feeling myself.

  “Rahim, no. Spain was more than enough. I even looked up our suite to see you spent ten thousand dollars a night for us to stay there.”

  “Just take it. I already got it, and I’m pretty sure I can’t return it.”

  Smirking, Amara finally replied, “Okay, fine. Did you want something to drink before you take Ahmira?”

  “Yeah, I do.” I’d just had dinner, so I surely didn’t need anything to drink, but anything Amara was offering, I was willing to take.

  We got into her spacious kitchen, and I sat down at her nice ass table while she made some tea. That wasn’t really what my ass was expecting, but I’d take it.

  While she dolled it up, adding all the fixings, I took in how clean and upscale her furniture was. She paid for the majority of it, and I only contributed here and there because I wanted to, not because she’d asked or needed me to. She never needed me.

  “Dallas doesn’t mind all these nice gestures?” Amara set the mug in front of me then sat down at the table as well with her cup.

  “Nah, why would she?”

  “I’m just asking because you’ve spent a lot of money on me, and I don’t want her thinking I’m requiring anything of you. I want to be sure I’m not causing any issues with your relationship.”

  Amara’s words pissed me off, and I didn’t know why. I guess I wanted her ass to be jealous or want to come between Dallas and me, because it would show she had feelings for my ass still. But seeing her so calm and talking like she wanted Dallas’s and my relationship to prosper had me heated.

  “So what you want, me and her to be in love and get married or something?”

  “If that’s what you want. I don’t really think about it.” She shrugged.

  “Wow.” I laughed. “So you just doing fine over here, huh? Me and my girl aren’t even a factor in yo’ life.”

  “Why are you upset, Rahim? You should be happy I’m not bothered by your new relationship that you started before the ink on our divorce papers was even dry.”

  “Oh, so you are bothered.” I snickered.

  “No. I’m just stating facts. She was already your girlfriend by the time the divorce was signed and sealed. Why the hell would I be bothered by that when you cheated on me with multiple women during our marriage? I wasn’t surprised you had a new woman on your arm before we dissolved our union.”

  “We ain’t even been divorced that fucking long, Amara. You should feel some type of way. Just like I would be pissed if you got a new man.”

  “Newsflash, Mr. Cambridge. The person who fucked up the relationship is always remorseful, mad, and jealous.” She finished her tea and reached for mine, but I moved it from her reach before sipping some. I didn’t really mess with tea, but whatever she’d done to it had it tasting good as hell.

  “If you ain’t jealous, then it means you never loved me.”

  “I did love you, a lot.” She had her back to me as she turned the sink on to wash her mug.

  “Then why you don’t give a fuck about me being with another female!” I hollered, temper boiling over.

  “Because you are not a man to be jealous over!” She turned to face me after abruptly shutting the running water off. “You lied, you cheated, you even went as far to tell a bitch you barely knew that I was your fucking sister! Who in their right mind would be envious over a man like that?”

  Damn.

  “Then why the fuck you marry me in the first place!” I shot up from my seat.

  “I married somebody else! This rich, lying, philandering, music producer is not the nigga I fell in love with! I thought you were someone else, so I fell for you and accepted your proposal. But when the money started coming in, and the fame, your true colors showed.”

  “Baby, I told you the shit was a mistake.” I came from behind the table I was seated at and around the marble island in the middle of the kitchen, to be closer to her. “I don’t even know why I cheated on you, but what I do know is I love you, and I’m willing to do whatever the fuck I need to, to get you back.”

  I was pleading my ass off as I stared down into her beautiful ass face. She just looked at me, not really giving off an expression I could read. Finally, she glanced away momentarily before regaining eye contact with me, folding her arms across her chest.

  “Rahim, you cheated on me because I’m a strong, independent, woman, and you’re a little boy. You want a woman that needs you and is impressed by the things you dangle in front of her.”

  “Bullshit! Dallas has her own fucking money!”

  “She does, but she’s desperate for love, and you see that. You play on women’s weaknesses. With Shanece, it was her sadness over her dying husband you played on. Phoebe was a bottom feeding ghetto bitch who wanted your status and money, then now Dallas, who craves your attention and acceptance. I d
idn’t need anything from you but to be a good husband and father, but that’s not enough for a nigga like you. I don’t need your money, I don’t need you to save me, I don’t need you to make me feel pretty or like I’m good enough.

  “So what I suggest you do is go collect your daughter and take her home with you to that woman who suits your tastes, because it is not me.” Amara started toward the exit of the large kitchen.

  “None of what you said is true. I ain’t no little ass boy either!” I barked after her.

  “Tell me, Rahim, does Dallas know you still love me, or are you pretending that you’re being kind to me as the mother of your child?” When I just stared at her, face contorted, Amara added, “Exactly, little boy. I will bring Ahmira down since you seem to be stuck.”

  I was stuck, just like she said, and by the time I snapped out of my thoughts, Amara was bringing our daughter into the kitchen with her bag. Since she was asleep, we exchanged goodbyes quietly and then I left out, still on ten.

  Driving home, I kept thinking about how Amara talked to me. That, coupled with the fact that I didn’t know how to convince her to take me back, had my head hurting.

  When I got home, I put my daughter in her bedroom since she was already in her pajamas, then I went to my own room. To my surprise, Dallas was awake, watching TV in the dark. We didn’t speak to one another as I undressed and changed into some boxers for bed.

  Sliding in on my side, I touched her hand, saying, “I’m sorry about earlier. You were right. I shouldn’t be purchasing that type of shit for my ex.”

  Dallas looked down at my hand resting on top of hers for a second, then over into my eyes.

  “I’m not trying to be a nag or seem crazy. I just want you to know there is a fine line between being a good baby daddy and being her man.”

  “I know. I think because of how I did her, I’m trying to make up for it in my own way.”

  Part of that was actually true. I was mainly doing all that shit because I loved Amara and was trying to slither my way back into being her husband, but a small part of me was trying to patch up all the hurt I caused her. Seeing her cry and hearing how she felt when she found out about all my indiscretions cut me deeply. I didn’t like seeing her like that, all broken and shit, especially because she was usually so strong.

  “That makes sense. I think the trip was a nice gift, but in the future, maybe tone it down to a nice purse through the mail or courier.”

  “Yeah, that sounds like a smarter way to move.” I smirked before leaning over to kiss Dallas.

  Maybe if I actually tried focusing on my relationship with Dallas, I could make this shit work. The more I harped on my marriage with Amara, the harder it would be for me to actually get over her ass and try something new with somebody. Hell, Dallas and I had been together for over a year, and I still saw her as nothing more than a homegirl I loved, as far as the feelings department. So shit, starting now, I was gon’ for real try to move forward.

  Let’s see how not jealous Amara would be about that shit.

  5

  Nehemiah Van Buren

  Jilly was in the shower, so I slipped into the bathroom and opened the glass door, making her look my way. When she saw I’d stripped down to nothing, a wide smile covered her face as I neared her, clearing some of the steam.

  “Can I help you?” she quizzed playfully, rolling her neck like she always did.

  “Most definitely.” I picked her up, forcing her legs around my body before sliding inside of her. “Shit,” I mumbled, pecking her neck and lips as I glided in and out of her walls.

  “Babe!” She cried out the nickname she’d given me.

  I kept up the slow strokes for a little bit, kissing her passionately in between pumps, but then I eventually put her against the shower wall to hammer her shit. When she came, I took my time tonguing her down while running my hands all over her wet, shapely body.

  Jilly was so damn fine to me, and even though I’d been fucking her for a minute, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Jilly and I fucked at least three times a day, and that was when we were busy.

  “Fuck!” I growled, letting off inside of her. My knees buckled as she dug her nails into my back, shaking a little bit.

  Jilly’s pussy was addictive as hell.

  We kissed for a little bit, and then I pulled out, placing her to her feet slowly, and making sure she found her balance before I let go. We washed off twice then got out to brush our teeth in the double sinks.

  Once we were done flossing and rinsing with mouthwash, Jilly said, “You know if you get me pregnant, you’re going to have to tell my brother.”

  “I think he’ll catch on when you’re belly swells up.” I pecked her before walking into the bedroom, which was right outside of the bathroom door.

  Following me, she replied, “No, my brother would need to know before my belly swells up. Soon as I pee on the stick, you’d have to go tell him.”

  “Why me? The fuck?”

  “Because I’m not going to do it. My brother is crazy.” She added the last part as if no one was aware of how wacko Tony’s ass was.

  “No shit, Jilly. But he’s yo’ brother, so if you get pregnant, you let him know and—”

  “No. I said what I said. If you knock me up, you’re calling him, choosing a time to meet face to face, and telling him yourself.”

  “Well I told you I ain’t doing the shit.”

  “Then I’m not fucking you anymore.” She reached up to tap my nose before walking to her closet.

  “Nah, you know what? I got you. Since you’re scared and shit, I will tell your brother for you. Punk ass.”

  Laughing, she replied, “Reverse psychology doesn’t work on me, especially with this because I am scared of my brother.”

  Fuck.

  Jilly chuckled when she saw my face, making me smirk at her before I finished getting dressed. As I sprayed on my Gucci cologne, she checked her fine ass self out in the mirror. Going behind her, I kissed her neck while hugging her body into me.

  “I can’t wait to get you pregnant.”

  “I know.” She raised one of her perfect brows before looking up and over her shoulder at me. I pecked her lightly since she had some shit all over her lips, and then we parted ways.

  Today I had to meet with this female rapper Roxie about doing her music video. Her label had reached out to me, and to be honest, even though I’d gotten a pretty big name in the industry since working with Tony and Make A Killing for a while now, I was surprised.

  Roxie was big shit and well seasoned. She’d been big well before I came on the scene, so working with her was a damn honor. The shit low-key made me nervous because I didn’t want to mess up. But shit, if I could work with Tony Wacko, who was the king of putting niggas under pressure, I was sure Roxie would be a piece of cake.

  She invited me to her crib, which I was apprehensive about, but after she explained that that was where she recorded, I felt more comfortable. I didn’t want my girl thinking I was on some bull, and more importantly, I didn’t want her off-kilter ass brother thinking it either. Nigga told me straight up, without cracking a smile, that he’d murder me if I fucked over his baby sister. And with rumors swirling that he took out Stallion plus his crew, yet was never even arrested for it, I wasn’t trying to test the waters. We wouldn’t even speak on the disappearance of Jilly’s ex, Vernon.

  After Roxie’s security let me in, I parked behind a G-Wagon, which I assumed was hers since I’d seen it on her Instagram, and then I sent her a direct message saying I was outside. We’d only communicated through email and direct message because I didn’t feel comfortable with other females having my number, except for Star. And if it weren’t for my baby boy, her ass definitely wouldn’t have it either.

  RoxieBaby: Okay, coming!

  I hopped out the whip, and by the time I got to her double doors, she opened it, wearing a white tube top and some thin gray shorts that could pass for panties. Roxie was thick as homemade peanut butter t
oo. She was light to caramel, wore her hair in a pink, short cut, and had slanted eyes with full lips. Her breasts were obviously fake, but she still looked good as hell from head to toe. She wasn’t really my speed because I liked my women a little more toned down, but for fucking purposes only, she was definitely a go.

  “Hey, thank you for coming and being on time.” She hugged me, which I didn’t expect.

  “No problem, and of course I’d be on time. This is business. What kind of people yo’ ass be working with?” I let her close the door behind me as I took in my surroundings. Her crib was crazy. I had a decked-out ass condo for now, since Jilly and I wanted to get a house together later, but this shit right here was vicious.

  “You’d be surprised who I’ve worked with.” Roxie walked in front of me so that I could follow her, and I had to tear my eyes away from her ass eating up them thin ass shorts. She had on fuzzy socks with the fit.

  “How much this spot cost you?” I quizzed as we entered her back patio where she had two pools, two jacuzzis, and a cabana.

  “A little over twenty million.” She gestured for me to have a seat under the cabana. She then started pouring some pink drink that had a flower floating in it.

  “Damn, I bet. I think I want something like this for me and my girl, but I’m trying to get married first.”

  “Oh, you do have a girl. Uh, Jilly, right? She’s Wacko’s little sister.”

  “Yeah, she is, but she’s a stylist too.”

  “Excuse me. Take up for your boo then. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just how most people know her.”

  “For now.” I nodded, and Roxie stared at me before we both chuckled.

  “So you’re going to get married, huh? It’s rare to see men in our age group want marriage.”

  “I know. I didn’t before I met her.”

  “Oh, you were with that girl with the fire ass body before.”

  “Damn, you know all my fucking dating history, huh?”

  Giggling, she replied, “Not like that. I’d actually heard of Star before you because of her fitness shit on social media, and then when you got big, I noticed you guys had the same child on your pages.”